Feeling the Need

...the need to blog.  I know, it would be so much better if it rhymed but somehow I think "the need to bleed" would not quite convey my current craving.

The only issue is, I haven't much to say.  "But when," you cry, "when has that ever stopped you before?"

Too.  true.

So, I'm here to tell you that my toes on my left foot are sticky and I have no idea why.

I'm here to tell you that I have found a new Christmas tradition that has brought the whole season into my heart; I chase my cat and yell, "Run Fuzzy Butt!  Run!"  It's really quite fun. (And to all of you card carrying members of PETA, may I say that I only do that when she begins to enter my dad's cat's territory; really it's for her own safety.)

I'm here to tell you that my daughter is finally wearing size 6 clothing.  It's weird, but this new wardrobe makes her look all grown up.  No babies at my house.  Is it wrong to sob with loss while I party with glee?

Mmmm....what else could I possibly add to this utterly scintillating post? 


I have decided that my daily light therapy is a fabulous excuse to nap early morning.  Hobbits eat all day; I find excuses to sleep all day.

I guess that's it.  I'm trying to overcome this innate need to make all my posts looong.

So, adieu. I'm off to sip my delicious dark chocolate cocoa and wait for the Mentalist to start.

What a life.